"Judging from your swing just now, your martial arts are very abundant, the blade is very sharp, and the speed is also very fast, the only thing that is lacking is your heart. Your mind is not focused enough and has too many distractions. Wu Jian half-closed his eyes and said slowly to Yang Ming.

Hearing this, the young man was slightly surprised in his heart, and said, "What does this have to do with my heart?"

Wu Jian smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, and explained to Yang Ming, "The so-called mental image is the condensation of Wu Yao into a form, and it is the human heart that determines the shape and appearance, so the mental image can be said to be the product of the combination of Wu Yao and the heart. Heart, single-minded, Wu Yao will be more cohesive, if the heart is chaotic, Wu Yao will also be chaotic. If the sword's Wu Yao is messed up, how can the sword be sharp?"

After listening to Wu Jian's explanation, Yang Ming had an epiphany, and immediately nodded, "I see." ”

"But when I swung my sword, I didn't think about anything else, and I was always focused when I was fighting, and I never dared to be distracted. Soon, Yang Ming asked another question.

Indeed, Yang Ming always remembered what Wu Jian had taught when he was practicing, when fighting, he should maintain a high degree of attention and not be careless. And the teenager did the same.

Wu Jian chuckled, he was very satisfied that the young man had always remembered what he had taught during the battle, but the high level of attention he maintained during the battle was not the same as the concentration of swinging the sword.

"Yang Ming, let me ask you, what did you see when you swung your sword and slashed at the stone?" Wu Jian asked the young man meaningfully.

"What do you see?" the young man's eyes blinked with some confusion, he didn't understand what Wu Jian meant by asking, but he had no choice but to do so. So, Yang Ming recalled everything he saw with his eyes when he swung the sword just now, and said, "Well, I saw the stones, the earth, the fallen leaves, and the trees behind the stones......"

Yang Ming tried to remember what he saw, but the more he spoke, the tighter Wu Jian's brow wrinkled.

Wu Jian shook his head, interrupted the young man's continuation, and said, "Okay, it's already too much. ”

"Yang Ming, you see too many things, which is why you can't focus. Wu Jian said coldly.

"I see, then I only saw the stones. Yang Ming immediately responded, "Because I have to swing stones, I should only see stones." ”

Hearing this, Wu Jian was still not satisfied, shook his head again, and said, "So, if you cut down a tree, you only see the tree?" ”

After rejecting the young man's simple idea, Wu Jian walked slowly to another big rock not far away. Without speaking, Wu Jian stared at the stone, his eyes suddenly cold, and a sharp light lit up in an instant, after a slight silence, he suddenly raised the two fingers of his left hand, and in an instant, the fingertips flashed, like a dazzling sun, and suddenly, pierced the clouds and shone down.

Wu Jian's eyes pointed to the stone in front of him, and the two fingers of his left hand quickly slashed, and along the traces of his fingers, the stone was instantly cut in half, Wu Jian's fingers seemed to be a simple stroke in the air, as if he didn't touch anything, and the stone broke.

"It's fast, it's sharp. Yang Ming couldn't help but admire, and Yang Ming knew that Wu Jian's sharp finger was just using the edge of his sword. Wu Jian's sword was sealed, and he couldn't draw it, so he could only use the edge of the sword, and even if he barely drew his sword, he could only hold on for a few seconds at most.

Yang Ming had seen Wu Jian's sword once, and the young man still can't forget it, it was sharp that can't be described in words.

"Just the edge of the sword, it is so sharp, when will my sword reach the level of my uncle?" Yang Ming said longing in his heart.

After cutting the stone, Wu Jian turned around, and his face was no longer that lazy, but a sharp feeling emerged, as if it had been carved out of a knife.

Wu Jian stared at Yang Ming, raised his left index finger, and said to the young man, "Yang Ming, remember, the sword you swing out is only one blow, and there is only one thing you can see." This 'one' is the concentration of swinging the sword. ”

Yang Ming looked at the "one" raised by Wu Jian's left index finger, listening to his words, the young man fell into deep thought, and muttered to himself, "One sword, what you see is also a ......"

Yang Ming lowered his head and thought hard, but he never understood what Wu Jian meant by "one", and just as he was about to ask Wu Jian again, he found that Wu Jian had actually left.

"Hey, uncle, why did you leave, I still have something to ask you?" Yang Ming shouted loudly towards Wu Jian's departing back.

However, Wu Jian didn't look back, he stopped, stood in place with his back to the young man, and said, "I'm done with what I should say, and the rest is up to you." ”

After saying that, he waved his hand, then took out the flask from his bosom, drank the wine, and walked away with a leisurely step.

"Hey...... You drunkard uncle, drink, drink, drink to death, forget it......"

Yang Ming shouted a little unhappily in the direction where Wu Jian walked away. However, after shouting, the boy fell into confusion.

He stood in front of the stone for a long time, repeating Wu Jian's words over and over again, "The sword you swing out has only one blow, and you only see one." This 'one' is the concentration of swinging the sword......"

"Oh, what does this 'one' mean?" 186 Chinese .

After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure it out, Yang Ming felt that his brain was like a thick layer of fog, and he couldn't figure it out.

Helpless, he had no choice but to ask Zu Ze, "Zu Ze, do you know what Uncle means by 'one'?"

Zu Ze floated in the air, smiled lightly, his expression was quite secretive, and said, "Young Master, I understand what Wu Jian said about 'one'. However, I can't tell you that the truth can only be understood by yourself. ”

Yang Ming was still a little happy just now, but then this joy turned into disappointment, as if he had been splashed with a basin of cold water.

"You all know, but I don't know, just wait, I'll understand. ”

After saying angrily, Yang Ming sat on the ground, he folded his arms, stared at the stones in front of him with a pair of eyes, and secretly said in his heart, "If I don't understand what 'one' is today, I won't get up." ”

Looking at the young man's puffing little face and determined eyes, Zu Ze couldn't help but laugh softly.

......

When Yang Ming opened his eyes again, it was already dusk.

The boy sat in front of the stone all the time, thinking hard, but he didn't expect to fall asleep.

The wind swept up the fallen leaves, blowing in the air, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell on them, floating like golden dust.

Looking at the sunset in the west, Yang Ming suddenly patted his head and said in annoyance, "Damn, why did I fall asleep." ”

Thinking that he had wasted a day, he still hadn't figured out what Wu Jian meant by "one", and he was going to compete with Rongguo people tomorrow.

The more he thought about it, the more he blamed himself, Yang Ming didn't dare to sit anymore, he wanted to stand up, but after sitting for a long time, the young man's feet were numb, and he moved his feet suddenly, and a strong feeling of paralysis came up from his lower body.

"Ah, my feet are numb......" His feet seemed to be cramping, and Yang Ming couldn't help but fall to the ground.

At this time, a gentle voice suddenly floated in, not Zu Ze, but another man's voice.

"Hehe, my feet are numb, but I can't move right away. With a gentle voice, a young man with long silver and white hair walked towards Yang Ming with light steps, he walked to the young man's side, leaned over, naturally stretched out his hands, and gently rubbed Yang Ming's numb and stiff calves.

Yang Ming was a little defensive at first, but seeing that he was not hostile, he gradually relaxed his guard and let him massage his calves.

The boy looked at the strange man and looked at him carefully. This man's face was very fair, lined with his shiny silver hair, coupled with his white robe, his whole person emitted a burst of white light, as if the mold carved out of ice and snow, and what was even more strange was that his eyes were squinting all the time, leaving only a very thin gap in the middle, so squinting his eyes, Yang Ming doubted that he could see the road.

"When your feet are numb, don't be in a hurry to move, first gently rub your calves, move your feet slightly, and then slowly get up. Come on, you slowly stand up now and try. The man let go of his hands and whispered to Yang Ming.

Yang Ming was slightly stunned, only then did he react, and immediately moved his feet, the originally numb and stiff calves were indeed stretched a lot after the man's massage, and then the young man slowly stood up and moved his steps simply with the support of the man.

"It's really much better, thank you. Yang Ming thanked him sincerely, remembering that he didn't know who the other party was, so he asked, "By the way, who are you? I don't seem to know you?"

The man smiled lightly and said lightly, "You don't know me, but I know you, your name is Yang Ming, right?"

Hearing the other party call out his name, Yang Ming's heart suddenly tightened, and he immediately became vigilant, he was a little unsure of the origin of this person, and this is the foot of the Mountain of No Return, after the selection examination from the top of the mountain was set here, King Jiang sent soldiers to block all around the foot of the mountain, and idlers were strictly prohibited from entering within a radius of ten miles, especially now, King Jiang has also arrived at the Mountain of No Return, and the surrounding guards are much tighter, and it is impossible for outsiders to enter the range of the Mountain of No Return.

So how did this man get into the Mountain of No Return?

"Who the hell are you and why are you here?" Yang Ming looked at the man again, although the other party's face was calm, the corners of his mouth were smiling, and there was no sense of threat, but Yang Ming still had to be cautious. The young man's tone also became much colder, and he questioned the other party.

"Hehe......" Seeing the young man so nervous, the young man couldn't help laughing, and then slowly replied, "Don't be nervous, I won't hurt you, we came here at the invitation of King Jiang, and I'm a guest." ”

"A guest invited by King Jiang?"

"Yes, down there is An Shice......" The man raised his squinting eyes, stared into the young man's eyes, and slowly replied, "Down there is Mr. An Shice's disciple." ”